Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 11:18:50 -0700
From: Dark Broski <darkbroski@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy, The Devil, and Me Day 3 part 3

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DADDY, THE DEVIL, AND ME: Day 3 Part 3

Day 3 - Afternoon
Location: Drake?s Shop

"Sweet Jesus," Drake huffed. Sweat dripping off of his chin onto
chest. Shortly after he started working on his boy's car he realized the
air conditioning wasn't working properly. When he investigated it looked
like something may have chewed through the wires. This resulted in him
having to work with his shirt off, showing off to the world his defined
arms and back.

Though he was still thinking about the chest Clarence had left, Drake was
very pleasantly surprised to find the car he'd been working on had come
along quite nicely. Daryl and Gabe really stepped up their game. They even
had put in brand new parts he thought he was going to have to speed
order. He wasn't even sure how they found the time to do it all.

Drake was just putting on the final touches. Fixing up the windshield
wipers and installing a new console so his son can record mix tapes for
anyone he got sweet on. It was hot, he was scorchingly hot. He had opened
all the garage doors and put on the few fans he had around. Not only to
help with the air, but also originally to help filter out that weird smell
that was there when he first arrived. The mix of musk and sulfur. He
actually didn't mind it too much, but he didn't want customers coming in
and possibly complaining. The problem is though, the smell never really
went away. Drake searched for the source but all he got was a little light
headed taking long whiffs of the smell.

He was also battling his out of control hard on all day. Combined with the
heat, the smell, thoughts of the dreams last night, he just couldn't seem
to get it to go away. However with the guys being gone and no customers
showing up he hadn't had to worry too much. He was more or less free to
just let it all hang out. He was adjusting his cock in his jeans as the
thought of last nights dream entered his head again. "Why am I so turned on
by that? I've never been with a guy, let alone whatever those things were?"
His hand rested a bit too long and found its way to start stroking him.

There was Drake. Just standing there against the hood of his son's
car. Rubbing himself through his jeans. Playing with himself, almost with a
curiosity in a way where a boy first finds out his dick can get hard. He
breathes in deep and enjoys the aroma that hits his nostrils.

He hears a car pulling up and it snaps him back to reality. "Don't want to
get caught doing that again!" he thought to himself smiling. Last thing he
wanted was some PTA board member rolling up and getting a full view of his
large veiny rod.  He looks out and sees it's a truck. Inside the truck is a
well dressed man with a sly grin. Clarence. Drake just stands there, in the
garage by his son's car and waits for Clarence to get out and walk over. As
he walks Drake notices that Clarence seems to have a bit of a bigger
stance. Almost as if he's been working out. Drake notices his cock is still
extremely hard. He hopes Clarence doesn't notice.

"Hello there Drake!" Clarence smiles and pats Drake on his shirtless back.

"What can I do for you Clarence?" responds Drake.

"Well as you can see I have myself a pair of wheels currently..." as
Clarence speaks Drake notices, its Daryl's truck. "...but as you can tell
it's Daryl and Gabe's. So I'll be needing something else once I return it
to them."

"Mhmmm..." muttered Drake, "So, do you happen to know where Daryl and Gabe
are?"

"I think the Priest needed help with some cross or something being re-glued
to the wall." Clarence said dismissively.

"Well they should have called in and let me know. Lucky I wasn't busy
today." Drake was gonna have to have a talk with them boys, but he couldn't
be too mad at them. "You guys sure did a lot of work on this car
yesterday. I'm actually amazed."

"Nothing like calling on some higher power to help you get things done
fast," amused Clarence, his eyes shining as he checks out Drake's body. His
plan has been going so well. Just gotta make sure not to slip up now. Gotta
be careful. Being so close to having Drake and Adam was making him get a
bit more risky. He was hard. His cock lusting after what he desired. "I uh,
gotta use the bathroom real quick." Clarence said quickly walking away.

Drake didn't take note of the odd exchange and went back to his son's
car. He was ready to turn on the car one last time and make sure the wipers
worked and he was good to go. He went ahead and closed the garage
doors. The office door was open and him and Clarence could leave through
there.

He turns back to the car and turns it on. The smell of musk and sulfur
suddenly becomes much stronger. "What the..." Drake gets out of the car,
ready to open the hood to see what part could cause that odor. It must be
close to breaking or something. As he is standing up out of the driver's
seat he looks over and sees a policeman walking through the office towards
him. Not just walking towards him...wait...is he...Drake can't see his eyes
through the dark glass of the aviators the officer is wearing. "...Officer
Harding?" Drake questioned. It was Derek's father. What was he doing here?

Before he can blink Officer Harding slams his body into him. And slams
Drake's shirtless chest against the hood of Adam's soon-to-be car.

"Guh! What...Harding, What are you doing!?" Drake was completely caught off
guard. The air whipped out of his body as his chest and head hit the hood
of his son's car.

Officer Harding took out his hand cuffs and began to put them around
Drake's wrists. "What did your boy bring over to my house? What contraband
was that? Was it drugs?" Harding said gruffly. Flipping Drake over in one
fell swoop so he was now laying on his back.

He was trying to catch his breath. Breathing in deep. Over and over. The
aroma of musk and sulfur filling his lungs. He closed the garage doors. The
smell of the exhaust was filling up the room. The more he breathed the more
he felt like he had to catch his breath. He just layed there breathing
deep, staring up at his captor. Officer Harding. He could see his
expression in the reflection of Harding's aviators. Him sweating profusely,
looking confused. The heat from the car and lack of air flow making him
sweat even more. He quickly glanced at the necklace around Officer
Harding's neck. It looked so odd on his police uniform.

"Not gonna say anything eh?" Harding spits off to the side. Drake hears the
loud SPLAT echo in the garage. Harding began barking at him, "You wanna
tell me what you're doing over at your house...how you're raising that boy
of yours to be LETTING him get his cocked SUCKED by another MALE!?" Drake
flinched.

"Wha...what are you talking about Harding? Let me out of these
handcuffs. Let's talk. I'm sure its all a misunderstanding!" Drake
contested.

"I caught our boys. Cocks out." Officer Harding blatantly stated. Leaning
over Drake. Getting close to his face, "My boy was deep throating yours
like a common whore." Drake's already hard cock seemed to get even harder
at this news. "Your boy's cock, sticking straight out. Covered in my boy's
spit." The way Harding emphasized the word "spit" elicited a moan out of
Drake. The smell was over whelming now. The more he breathed it in, the
hornier Drake got.

"The moans coming out of your boy. He was loving it. My son, he was loving
having that cock in his mouth. He had his pants down around his thighs. On
his knees. Stroking his cock like he just discovered it." The smell of the
air must have been affecting Officer Harding too. As he talked and huffed
and barked at Drake he unconsciously began breathing in the same
intoxicating aroma. And was starting to rub his crotch through his
tightening pants.

"I'm sending my boy to church first thing tomorrow...I think you better do
the same if you know what's good for your boy." continued Harding. Maybe
some words from the lord can teach my whore mouthed son there's only one
dick he should be sucking." Harding grabs his dick as to show his dominance
over his son. Not letting on at all to Drake that just hours earlier that
his son had turned him into a fucking hungry pig. "And you're fucking
boy. So cocky, just putting his huge cock in any hole that will take it."
Harding unzipped his pants and slowly took out his cock.

"Then when I caught them...they just stood there. Their hard fucking
cocks." Officer Harding had a snarl going as he slowly started stroking his
meat stick. Pointing it directly at Drake.

Drake was extremely horny. Thinking about his son getting his dick sucked
was extremely hot. "Fuck dude let me out of these cuffs," said Drake as he
gyrated his hips.

"No." responded Harding. "You're son corrupted mine, made him suck his
dick. And so I'm gonna get revenge. As the father, you're gonna suck MY
dick." He grabbed Drake by his hair and forced him down onto his knees."

"No...wait...please..." Drake didn't want to do that. He would never dream
of it. "I'll talk to my boy. I'll make sure it never happens again and!"

Officer Harding commandingly and forcefully grabs Drake's jaw. "Shut up!"
He waits a beat. Watching Drake's eyes trying to search for his through his
aviators. Desperately trying to find a way for freedom. Then Harding states
more forcefully in a low husky voice, "And Suck it." He then lets out a
long stream of spit into Drakes mouth. Holding it open. As it slowly enters
his mouth Drake's eyes are bulging, knowing he's not gonna get away. And
then the spit starts to hit his tongue and his body and mind betray
him. His tongue starts to stick out of his mouth. Reaching up to get more
of the spit. His eyes rolling in the back of his head as his body quivers
in pleasure. Harding stands back up and thrusts his cock forward. Drake no
longer puts up a resistance. Moving his head forward. Willingly taking in
his first dick.

"That's it. Keep it nice and wet." Officer Harding says as Drake pushes it
down his throat. The dick wasn't as long as Drake's, but it seemed to be
thicker. He could feel his throat stretching as he went down on it. But
something was leading him on. Trying to take it deeper down his
throat. "Keep going, don't stop there." Drake was determined to take the
entire thing. He started nearing the base. The taste of sweat and musk was
making him go into sensory overload.

"Hack! HACK!" Drake couldn't go any further. He started choking he started
moving his head back. Globs of spit shooting out from either sides of
Officer Harding's dick. Before he could get all the way off of it the
policeman catches his head and starts thrusting, fucking the poor
mechanic's throat. "Gul, gul, gul gul," Drake's throat is making such a
nice sweet gushing noise every time Harding's duck pushes down the walls of
his throat.

Clarence was watching from the bathroom. His cock about ready to jump out
and pounce on the two hot, hairy men. Clarence was gonna have some fun
himself. He loosened up his tie.

Clarence walked over, his tie loose, shirt unbuttoned, his dick sticking
out the fly of his pants. "Well looky here," he said and gave a wink to
Drake. Drake just stared into his eyes. Clarence slowly stroked his hard
dick. Moving it slowly side to side. Watching Drake follow its every
movement.

Harding was also staring at Clarence's cock. Getting hungrier and hungrier
for the suited man's cock. The inner pig slut was starting to take over. He
was no longer the alpha male he once was. He was just a hungry bottom slut
with no morals, and even less control. He fell to his knees. He grabbed
Drake's jaw again, this time spit a thick wad into is mouth. Drake licked
it and sneered, spit it back into the officer's mouth. They started
kissing.

Clarence stroked his cock, enjoying the debauchery. "That's it men. Lose
yourselves in lust and desire." He moved his dick by their kissing lips,
waiting, and slowly began to fit it in between their wet mouths. The men
were then kissing his cock. Both working the sides of his engorged
shaft. The head spewing hot precum.

"Look at my two little piggies..." sneered Clarence. Officer Harding moved
his mouth to Clarence's cock juice filled balls. Taking in their scent, his
hand unbuttoning Drake's pants, stroking his cock for him.

Drake's spit was flowing out as he guzzled Clarence's cock. It felt as if
it was growing bigger the more he sucked on it. His throat was on fire but
the taste of Clarence's precum was too desirable to stop. His spit was
dripping down Clarence's balls, into Harding's mouth. If Harding
accidentally missed a drip the pig would lick the ground where it
landed. Seeing a man of authority act so depraved turned on Drake so
much. He needed to get off.

As if reading his mind Clarence pulls up Drake. "Come on Drake. You need
this."

Drake, still handcuffed, lets his dick hang out next to Clarence's. The
policeman does what any respectable pig would do. He tries his best to fit
both in his mouth. To Drake, he almost looked like he was unhinging his
jaw, trying to get both of those big fuck sticks into his mouth. He of
course couldn't and was just getting spit, precum, shame, all over his face
and tongue. Clarence seeing Harding being too lost in his lust to figure it
out had a plan. He stepped away and moved over behind Officer
Harding. Lifting his ass up so it was sticking out. He pulled his pants far
enough down to expose his hot, hairy ass.

"Oh I love this hard fucking dick." Derek's dad said with a dirty
grin. Hitting himself in the face with Drake's brick of a cock.

"Do you like sucking cock you dirty pig?" Drake taunted the policeman.

"Hgmghr," he replied.

"Suck my cock the way your son sucked mine." Drake slammed his cock deep
into the recesses of his throat. Getting his revenge. Harding was
choking. His throat instinctively trying to spit it out. His gag reflex
threatening to make him sick. But Clarence had Drake covered. He grabbed
his head from behind and pushed his mouth all the way to Drake's balls.

"Keep it there. You can do it. Fight through it." Clarence coached. Drake
looked up and they shared a smile. Drake knew he could always rely on
Clarence. He'd never leave him hanging. Meanwhile Officer Harding was
gobbling that cock down like never before. His eyes bulging, spit
everywhere all over his face. His dick leaking precum all over the concrete
beneath him.

Spit was leaking out around Drake's cock. The drools of spit meeting at the
bottom of Drake's balls, dripping into a pool of debauchery on the
concrete. Drake loved having this much control over someone else. He
wondered if this is what his son felt like when he got his dick sucked.

Clarence motioned for Drake to come over to him. He pulled Harding's mouth
off his dick and held him bent over. Harding being the depraved pig he now
loved to be fell to his knees, with his head down licking up all the spit
and precum that dripped onto the ground.

Once Drake's dick was lined up with Harding's asshole Drake let out a long
sigh. His cock was about to be pleasured as it hadn't been in years. He
looked up at Clarence.

"There you go my man. All yours. You've been working too hard...just
let...the LOAD off." Clarence was kneeling behind Drake, heavily breathing
in his ear, whispering, beckoning. He takes Drake's cock and slips it into
the policeman's orifice.

Drake slowly started pumping his dick in Harding's ass. Enjoying ever inch
of it entering him. Finally getting what he's deserved. Why should it be
fair someone else enjoy this pig's ass? He was a tax payer, he way paying
for his salary. It's about time Harding started serving him. And he was
gonna serve him with his ass.

Harding's ass was like lava. Wet, Juicy, hot. Three things Drake's cock
needed. Clarence right behind him furiously stroking his cock. "Show
him. Show him the power of your cock. Make him revel in your gift to him."
The trio was quite a sight. A rugged mechanic, man of the law, and business
man all reveling in each other's bodies. Working their cocks all towards
the same goal. Orgasm.

Drake gave him a deep dicking. He could tell Clarence was enjoying watching
him stretch this pig's hole, and making Clarence happy made him even
hotter.

"Just imagine what your boys looked like doing this," whispered
Clarence. "Those hot young bodies unable to resist each other. Their young
hard cocks and soft wet holes banging against each other."

"OH shit," said Drake as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The mention
of his son got his mind spinning. Two young boys, newly full of
testosterone, of course they wouldn't be able to stop themselves. They
would give into their lust...just like Drake as giving into his at this
moment.

Harding was feeling like a ragdoll. The spit, sweat, precum, was all mixing
within his body and in all of his orifices. The more he was treated like a
pig the more pig-like he became. If he could he would roll around in
nothing but spit and cum. And he was determined to make it happen. He
doubled his efforts. Pushing with his entire weight against the force of
Drake's mighty cock. It flexing inside him every time he went down to the
hilt. Drake moving his hips excavating that hole hitting that prostate with
every thrust. Clarence stroking, biting on Drake's ear, moaning into it.

The three making up a trio of lust and degradation.

"HUAAAAAHHH AHHHHHAAAAHHH!" Harding groaned as his cock shot 7 volleys of
cum. Because of the angle, ass up head down, he was able to shoot into is
own mouth. Tightening his ass with every taste.

"Give it to him..." Clarence commanded Drake, "That's why here's he." Drake
starts moaning, his abs tightening. "It's what he wants." Drake pulls out
his cock stroking it, about to cum. Harrison flips onto his back underneath
it, licking his lips. "It's what he NEEDS!"

Drake shoooooooooooots his heavy load. 4 volleys, 7 volleys, 13. Oh sweet
lucky number 13. Halfway through Clarence starts shooting his load as well,
all over Drake's sweaty back. The men experiencing that intense pleasure
together. Bonding them. Them leaning on each other as the last drops
squeeze out, Officer Harrison licking it all up, rubbing any stray shots
into his body.

Drake's head was reeling. What just happened? The car seems to have run out
of gas and the smell is gone. He didn't even notice it shut itself off. The
three men sat there leaning on each other catching their breath.

"That was...that was so intense." Drake finally said.

Clarence smiled at him, "Hey man. I'm proud of you. You let yourself
finally have some fun," as he started buttoning up his shirt, "But its
getting late. You should head home to your boy. I'll clean this up." Drake
nods and silently stands up, and begins to leave.

"You better send that boy to church! It's what's good for him!" Called
Officer Harding afterwards.

"Just get home. Get home to your boy," Drake said to himself.

Day 3 - Evening Location: Drake's house

"Adam!? Adam are you here!?" Drake stormed into his house. What was going
on. First the accusations of his son fooling around with another guy, then
he HIMSELF fooling around with not just one guy, but TWO! And his hands,
the dreams. He couldn't wrap his head around it. On his drive home Drake
had begun to realize what he had done, and he panicked. This wasn't
him. Right? He just wanted to make sure his son was ok, that he was still
pure.

He busted into Adam's room without knocking. "Dad! What's wrong?" Adam was
standing there with only a towel around him. He had just gotten out of the
shower. Drake and him stood there in silence for a moment. Drake still had
his shirt off.  Adam noticed how big and masculine his father's body was
compared to his softer skin, his muscles a bit more curved, not as hard
edged as his father.

Drake was noticing how grown up his son was looking. How he looked just
like him when he was that age. Drake set a sense of pride, being able to
make such a fuckable kid from his cock. His brain lashed out at him, "Stop
thinking like that! This is your SON." His cock slightly twitched when he
thought the word, "son".

"Adam...are you...are you ok son?" asked Drake, concerned. The events from
earlier began feeling more like a dream. It had been such a long day he
wasn't thinking clearly. As long as his son was ok he could just go to bed.

"Yeah Dad. I'm fine." Adam said straight faced to him. Water glistening on
his uncorrupted flesh. Drake looked down toward his son's waist and saw his
hand, his hand which had a ring on it, the ring from the chest with the
same eye that was burned onto his own hands.

"Where did you get that?" Drake asked stepping forward, very intensely.

"From, from that chest!"  Adam was taken aback. He had never seen his dad
so upset.

"Take it off. That's not yours. We were suppose to watch it. Not dig around
in it. Where's the chest?"

"Oh...umm..." Adam looked down. He took off the ring and set it on the bed,
as he moved his hand away from his side his towel fell off to the side,
"Well Dad...I uh..."  They both stopped and stared at each other. Drake
hadn't seen his son naked for years. His cock had filled in nicely. With a
nice set of balls.  Drake felt even more proud. Then averted his eyes when
he realized what he was doing.

Adam acted like he didn't notice. After his experience with Derek earlier
that day he found a new self confidence. If his best friend liked his body
then he should show it off. Right? So what if it's to his attractive
father. His father whose cock created his own cock. His father whose own
lust resulted in the creation of him. That hard, patriarchal cock. His
creator. Adam couldn't wait to use his own cock like his father had. He
picked up the closest article of clothing he had nearby. A red and white
jock strap. Drake stifled a moan.

"Adam. I'm not gonna be angry, but I need to know. I have to give it back
to Clarence." Drake gulped as his son fitted his bulge into the cup of the
jockstrap. It looked like it was too small. It would break the moment his
son got a good hard on going. Maybe he should buy him some new ones for his
birthday.

"Dad I'm really sorry." Adam confessed as he sat onto his bed, "I went over
to Derek's earlier, and I accidentally left it. But don't worry I called
him and he's gonna return it first thing in the morning!"

Drake sighed, "That's alright son." Drake walked over and rustled his son's
wet hair. "Clarence can wait for it til then. I just think it's best we
give him his own stuff back." Then looking over his shoulder at the ring,
"Including this." Drake picks up the ring and puts it in his
pocket. "Anyway, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Um...nope. That's it Dad. Really. Again I'm really sorry I just thought
Derek might know what those weird markings were."

"It's ok buddy...well you should get some rest. I'm gonna do some
laundry. You need anything washed?" Drake was gonna let it go. Maybe
Harding was exaggerating. He was obviously a depraved whore. Besides, his
kid just looked too damn innocent to do something like that. Especially
with another boy.

Adam nodded towards a basket full of dirty clothes. Mainly his workout
clothes and uniform from game days.

Drake grabbed them and left the room.

As Drake walked down the hall to the laundry room he felt a warmth in his
pocket. The same pocket he put the ring in. It felt like it was gonna burn
through his clothes. At the same moment he suddenly got extremely
tired. The basket of clothes were so heavy. And so smelly. Smelly with hot
young testosterone.

Drake only made it to the doorway of his bedroom. He couldn't go any
further. His legs wouldn't let him. "Man I just need some sleep." he
thought to himself. He laid the basket on his bed and threw himself onto
the bed beside him. His huge muscled body caused such a disturbance the
basket of clothes spills over and Drake is literally laying in a bed of his
son's dirty clothes. His dirty jocks. One lands right by his face.

Drake slowly reaches out to it. His heart beating a mile a minute. He
sneaks the jock over to his face, and breathes it in through his nose.

"MMmmm," Drake moans. His son smells like such a man. He thinks about the
balls and cock of his son that he saw earlier. Loving the idea that they
get sweaty. The kind of sweat only a newly made young man can give off.  "I
wonder if he was wearing this when he got blown today?" pondered Drake.

Drake's thighs flexed as he instinctively humped the bed. His son's scent
driving him wild. And this is how he fell asleep. Dreaming sweet dreams of
his only son.

End Day 3

Poor Drake! He seems to be getting very confused. But I bet Clarence is
happy about that! Adam's birthday is only two days away. I apologize for
the lack of incest in this installation, but don't worry friends. The big
moment is coming.

Will Drake totally give into his dark side? The way Clarence has been wanting?
Will Adam and his father finally revel in the debauchery of incest?
Will our horny heroes ever get enough cock?

Let me know what you guys want to see! The more you guys talk to me the
better I can write and the hotter I get!

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